But hurry, let's entwine ourselves as one, our mouth broken, our soul bitten by love, so time discovers us safely destroyed.
Interpretation
This quote emphasizes the urgency and deep intertwining of love despite the pain it may bring.
Federico Garcia Lorca's quote reflects the intense and often tumultuous nature of love. It conveys a sense of urgency in merging identities with a loved one, even amid emotional turmoil. The imagery of being 'safely destroyed' suggests that deep connections, though they may lead to suffering or vulnerability, also offer a profound experience of unity and existence beyond mere physical life.
In practice
This quote could be used in a romantic speech during an anniversary.
The wounds were burning like suns at five in the afternoon, and the crowd broke the windows At five in the afternoon. Ah, that fatal five in the afternoon! It was five by all the clocks! It was five in the shade of the afternoon!
There is nothing more poetic and terrible than the skyscrapers' battle with the heavens that cover them. Snow, rain, and mist highlight, drench, or conceal the vast towers, but those towers, hostile to mystery and blind to any sort of play, shear off the rain's tresses and shine their three thousand swords through the soft swan of the fog.
The poem, the song, the picture, is only water drawn from the well of the people, and it should be given back to them in a cup of beauty so that they may drink - and in drinking understand themselves.
Death laid its eggs in the wound
The two elements the traveler first captures in the big city are extra human architecture and furious rhythm. Geometry and anguish.
New York is something awful, something monstrous. I like to walk the streets, lost, but I recognize that New York is the world's greatest lie. New York is Senegal with machines.
An angel; or, if not,_x000D_ _x000D_ An earthly paragon.
She lived in her past life β every letter seemed to recall some circumstance of it. How well she remembered them all! His looks and tones, his dress, what he said and how β these relics and remembrances of dead affection were all that were left her in the world.
Does it ever stop? The wanting you?" "Even when I've just left ye. I want you so much my chest feels tight and my fingers ache with wanting to touch ye again.
[My mother] always said I was beautiful and I finally believed her at some point.
There are all kinds of love in this world but never the same love twice.
Life is the flower for which love is the honey.
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